He sweats
Every time a plane flies too low.
I sweat
Every time a meeting runs too slow. Continue reading
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Middletown, Ohio
It happened in Middletown.
It could happen in any steel mill town.
Strike.
Men and women
Strike,
And money flies out the window.
Honorable hands that did honorable work
Must find something else honorable
To do.
The town teeters on a paper’s edge
As a second wave sure thing -
ARMCO jobs, my man -
Is poised to be buried under a
Third wave tsunami
That could take out
A small town
Like Middletown.
Written 4/29/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Poetry
Sometimes,
I bleed
On paper
Instead
Of inside.
Will I
Hemorrhage
Whole books
Before
I die?
Written 4/28/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Saludos
I learned a new word
Today -
Saludos; Continue reading
Speed
Time,
Moving too fast -
I can barely catch my breath. Continue reading
Haiku #5, 4/27/08
Family picture -
Smiles do not betray trouble
Lurking underneath.
Written 4/27/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Attitude
Attitude is like armor -
You might put it on with your clothes
As you go to face your foes.
But who are your real enemies? Continue reading
Haiku # 3, 4/27/08
Stillness in kitchen,
Punctuated by laughter
As we make our meal.
Written 4/27/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Hate
Do not be mastered by
Hate,
For your fate
Depends on
How you relate
To hate. Continue reading
Revolution Progress Update, 4/26/08
As of today, I have written 61 poems in the month of April (counting some I wrote in late March, because I just couldn’t wait to start the Revolution!). 31 of them are on this blog.
With four days remaining, I am 39 poems short of the goal, 100 poems. Can I do it? Stay tuned here to find out.
-Nicole
Your Name
Mahadev
Means “Great Lord” -
A Sanskrit pronunciation
Of the man
About to stand
Before your eyes; Continue reading
Father Pat
A voice
Like a lively tuba doing a jig
Traveling down an echo-vescent
Hallway
The source far away
But the words so close
I can hear them at my door
A walking embodiment of life itself
Taking God’s joy off the shelf
And serving it to us who surround
Him.
Written 4/23/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
